graffiti boys

the graffiti boys
in their
hooded
coats, flashlights
and cans
of paint
in their deep
pockets. in
the early hours
of morning,
relentless with
their art.
their broad sprayed
strokes
along the concrete
walls,
coded silly
names, faces,
below
the underpass.
between
child and man,
in limbo,
marking their
brief spot in
the world,
with blood and urine,
paint.